31 JANUARY 1936, Page 20
The Silent Man
TEN years agone, a winter's night, My husband shut his mouth for spite, Never gave me half a word Nor half a sign to show he heard.
Went his sulky, mumping way Till a week ago today He fell kicking suddenly Underneath the apple tree, Calling " Mary ! " fit to burst.
I ran quick, but Death was first. L. A. G. STRONG.